A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep
musings. “Lucas, are you okay?”

My head turns and I find Charlotte
standing beside me. The first thing I notice are her large tits and
how close they are to touching my arm. If I shift a fraction of a
step to the side I could feel them press against me. My eyes move up
over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss between them
and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her red
mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. I wonder if
she sucks dick like one?

“Lucas.” She rubs my arm, pulling
me back to the present.

My eyes leave her enticing lips and
raise up to meet her enthralling blues and I finally find my voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I turn to face her, our gazes never breaking
contact. With her heels she stands only a few inches shorter than my
six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are pointing at
my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I’ve never had
such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her
company and my cock’s ready and waiting.

“Can I get you anything?” she asks,
rubbing my arm again.

That’s a loaded question if I ever
heard one.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

Her hand falls from my arm. “If you
want something, I’ll get it for you.”

I inch forward until her tits are
touching my chest. Her eyes go wide. “I want a lot of things
Charlie.” I let my hand caress over the curve of her hip down to
the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill the
waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back,
lifting the drink toward my mouth. “Right now I just want another
beer.” My lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp.
Jesus. I need a cold shower after being this close to her.

Her porn star lips open in a silent oh
at my reply. She flashes me a tight smile and looks down at the
diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. “The limo will be here in
twenty minutes to pick us up.”

I nod my head before tipping back the
beer. If I drink this one straight down I’ll have time for one
more.

Charlotte takes a dainty step back
still looking at me and then pivots around to walk back into the
reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on the generous curves of
her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to wonder or speculate about what my
father saw in her. It’s the same thing every red blooded guy sees
when he looks at her. SEX. Between her large rack, her full lips and
her heart shaped ass, I don’t know which I’d like to bite more.
But I’d sure like to find out.

Remy Blake is a male and female author
duo, who paired up to have some fun writing steamy, short reads, with
insta love/lust and a HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in
every novel they write.